You have killed off
Every care but one;
You.

I just don't give a ****.
I'm tired.
Too tired to care.

Hearing your name,
Seeing it,
Twists my heart
Like a washcloth
And my will to live drips out
Of
It.

I'm too tired to drink about it.
Talk about it.
Smoke about it.
Cry about it.

I'm not on a self destructive path.
I'm just on an empty road,
With no curves or trees.

But life is what you make it,
Yet I'm afraid I can't make it
Without you